Stuck
within a systemthat
will never give a damn.Finding
out Prince Charmingreally
loved another man.Or
perhaps he only everloved
himself. Idealistic dreams thatwere
killed by his handy lance and sword -and
so much more within his secret spots.Where
pleasure played without a jotof
strength or his responsibility.Straight,
his path of linear abnegation.Heart
and soul that seek reactivation.Atrocity,
the art of prejudice.Living
in his world of great duress.Fear
erupting. Terror structuresturned
into his rules of every move.She
left him there, amid his toyswhere
he could play with all the other boys.The
child inside of him had taken over.Playing
games of war for an unspokenlist
of grief and grievances.Searching
for a mother figureto
forgive the sins of his indulgence.Marry
her and own it all - her essence.Fighting
like a devil of pubescence.Uncontrolled,
his urges took him over.Tossed
and turned beneath the hostof
covers that his coven had unearthed.He
watched the demons play and craveda
coven of his own. Desiring idealizedobsession.
Torturing the others toconfessions
that held not a speck of truth.Idolizing
flesh that held the youththat
he had lost so long ago.Then
sitting back, he watched it pass.Absorbing
energy he never earned.No
matter what the others said,he'd
learned to play the devil's games.Outdistancing
the demons that remained.While
they were stuck within his systemsthat
would never give a damn.Neither
would he...